The Stamp of Approval Part 2

Chapter 112-1

The Stamp of Approval

Part 2

 

It was nearly 8 am when I got up and got dressed finding my clothes washed and fold sitting on his chair. Greg hated to see me leave as I watched him put on a pair of boxers as I tied my sneakers standing me up to kiss me, telling me he’s not sure how he’s going to live without me after a night like this. I said the same thing stating “I don’t live far away.”

He laughed. “That’s true, and your mother has seen me naked more times than I can count. It’s your stupid sisters I concerned about and your father.”

I corrected him. “His name is Jim and he’s not my father any longer. My mother signed his rights away. He’s my abuser and always will be, as for my sisters they aren’t my sisters either, but if worried about them seeing us together don’t be. They just watchers and just want what they can’t have or let themselves have it, and that is us being best friends in everything. Besides my mother is the only one that makes the decision regarding me here when I visiting her, and you know how she feels about us being together.”

He nodded he did and I put my arms around him and kissed him. I too hated to leave and go back home where I would have nobody but me and my mother and Aaron. Always watching my back when my father comes home, I groaned inward knowing it was just a week and few days and I wouldn’t have to watch my back and instead I could feel safe and loved in my home.

I grabbed my backpack and went into the kitchen I was the only one dressed, Aaron was on the coach still naked getting stimulated by Chad’s and Greg’s younger brother. I said. “You do know we're going home after breakfast?”

He smiled and was about to answer my question when Greg’s Mom answered it for him. “Your mother called said she needed to go shopping and run a few errands and wouldn’t be back until 3 so she asked if you and your bother could stay here until she got back.”

Greg smiled and pulled me into a kiss, only to have him release me by his sister Cindy reminding him I was now officially heir’s and said. “Hands off brother, a deal is a deal.” I knew I was in trouble I groaned inward “Thanks, Mom.” Knowing it was her fault.

It bothered me to know end wondering if she was hiding the fact that monster hurt her. I asked if I could call home and see if she all right. I didn’t need to explain why because Greg’s Mom and Dad knew that my father was an abuser and could be just as brutal to her as he is too me and my brother. I knew it bothered Greg’s Mom to ask to do anything like it does my mother, it just a habit that had, even to go to the bathroom. To her and her husband, this was my home just as much as my Rothwell home and my mothers home. Even though it bothered her she tried to let on that it didn’t and gave me permission.

Cindy was busy getting details of last night and she got excited when he said we played several games like follow the leader as we took off each other's clothes off and gave each other a sensual and stimulating 3 hour bath, and another 3 hours full body massage and didn’t go too bed until 4 in the morning. I watched her race down the hall and come back fully dressed and take a seat.

My mother picked up the phone after the fifth ring. She sounded horse as if she had been crying all night. I nearly growled, but remained calm I told her I needed her to come by so I can give her a list of things I needed before she went to the store. Even though I really didn’t need them, it was just an excuse to see her in person. She tried to get the list over the phone, but I said. “No, it’s already written, and would be stupid to rewrite it when I am just a mile away from home.” I knew right away she was hiding something, even more so when she changed the subject asking me how my first night went with Greg.

I said. “You have to come here to find out now won't you, or I will have his Mom drive me up there. If you're not here within the next hour,” and hung up the phone. She knew Bishop Earl and his wife that they would. I opened my backpack and set it on the counter and wrote down everything I needed and a few additional items like chocolate sauce and whip- cream and a large roll-way washable rubber mat.

I told Greg’s Mom that I believe my mother was hurt and was afraid of me knowing about it, she nodded said. “She already knew, but my mother wouldn’t say how bad it was.”

I took a seat at the table, Cindy pushed Greg over so I could sit between them like I was hers and nobody else’s and to prove that she kissed me hard and fast. I had barely time to take a breath and was glad I had already brushed my teeth. She only released me so she could speak above a whisper and said. “It’s my turn to play follow the leader starting right now;” taking my silverware away and my glass of juice and milk placing them on her side. And here I thought I was going to be in charge of the game.

I did mention she is a wild one? Her Mom gave me a smile and took a seat as we gathered hands, like at home, where the boys were allowed to wear boxers and nightgowns. The same rules applied here. Even Aaron had to follow them.

I didn’t ask where Bishop Earl was because I knew he had gone to work, I should have been worried, but I wasn’t… knowing my chaperone today would be his wife and already she was looking forward to it. Placing my pills and vitamins in front of me, that I take twice a day and full dose of one white horny pill and one for her, her daughter and me; from a small nondescript bottle filled with them, with black ink marker in large writing which said “sex pills.”

Her Mom gave us all milkshakes as well telling us to drink up, not even that was I allowed in front of me because Cindy controlled the game as she popped each pill in my mouth and the one white one in hers and swallowed it down with my juice and had me share the same glass as I swallowed mine. She wiped my chin and kissed me lightly telling me we are going to have such fun. Telling me she can’t wait to rip my clothes off and bathe me very vocally, letting everyone at the table hear her.

Most boys would blush, and I would have, but I was used to this. Even Greg didn’t blush. He did, however, place his hand on my crotch only to have his hand slapped by Cindy, reminding him that that belonged to her today. Having him remove his hand as she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them and working my penis through my boxers. To a nice harden erection she smiled down at it and grinned telling me I needed to eat all of my breakfast because I would need my all strength to play today. She left it out slapping my hands way when I tried to put back in. I knew I wouldn’t get help from her mother. As she reached across the table giving it a few strokes herself.

Man, it was getting hot in here as I loosened my shirt around the collar. Even more so when she Cindy placed her hand under my shirt to feel my hard rock abs, I knew she was eager to rip my clothes off right here at the breakfast table and could have gotten away with it, but she controlled herself. Cutting up my french toast and feeding it to me one bite at a time sharing the same fork and the same glass, until I was and she was full. She let me put my penis away and redid my pants.

I said I needed to pee first; she followed me in and did it for me, again something I was used to from my sisters except for the part of them holding my penis as I did it. She pulled up my pants and put down the lid I was going to leave her in privacy, but she told me to come back here. Placing my hands on her jeans telling me it was my turn to pull them down so she could pee. I nearly blushed, but like at home it was nothing new to walk in the bathroom seeing my sisters naked or sitting on the toilet even Mom. So I groaned inward and obeyed.

True she didn’t have a penis for me to hold, but that was ok I really didn’t want to place my hand on her sweet spot while she was doing it. We washed our hands together; Like Greg and me did except stroking her or me, because she wanted to rip off all my clothes and hers at the same time. She picked up my bag of toys leading me to the tub, only to stop when my mother showed up at the door. She growled knowing she had to wait. Until I visited with my mother, her Mom called me telling me she was here. I grabbed my backpack from her and went back.

Just as I feared Mom was sporting a fat lip and a black eye concealed by makeup. I had Mom take a seat as Mrs. Earl got some ice and sent everyone else out back to swim. The only ones that stayed were Greg and Cindy. Cindy gasped and I growled. “You promised me you would call me Mom if he harmed you.” I ran to her putting her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her.

She said. “I didn’t want to ruin your night with Greg and I knew you wanted to make special as you two bonded together for the first time. I wanted you to have a best friend here whenever you came home to visit. Someone you could count on to be by your side no matter what like you do at your Rothwell home.”

I didn’t care and said. “You promised me, Mom, you promised me and now I am keeping my end of that promises.” I took her keys and told Greg and Cindy to come with me. More for back up in case I needed to be saved. I told Mrs. Earl to call Mr. Kenly and meet us at the church house. She ran to the phone while Greg put on a shirt and shorts quickly, as well as his poolside shoes. I got into the car with my two best friends. Greg asked what I was going to do.

I smiled. “Repay him the favor. I am no longer afraid of him only in my dreams can he hurt me. I have been trained to take care of myself and I wanted to show you both that if anyone touches you the way my father hurt my Mom you can see first hand what I will do to them, best friends protect each other.”

I could see the uneasiness, but I needed them to know that I loved them both and wanted them to feel safe with me at my house when they visit me there. I waited outside in the car for Mr. Kenly. Before I went inside, seeing my father’s old standard ugly bike, I smiled telling Greg to take the air out of his tires. So he had to walk home or to the service station to pump them up.

That part he was more than willing to do, he hated my father, knowing how he abused my mother, and me and my brother. Cindy was his lookout. When it was done they hurried back to the car. Mr. Kenly pulled up beside me he didn’t ask questions he knew what happened. He and his partner Officer Knox were only there if things got out of hand. I had my posy follow me inside hearing a vacuum upstairs.

I hated the feeling of the church house seeing the ghost of my past. I didn’t need to control my fears; I let the anger fill me instead. We climbed the stairs and went into the classroom; it was one with the two doors on opposite ends that led out to the hallway. He noticed me and growled. “What are doing here murdering no good mother f*****g f*g?” He turned off the vacuum and reached for his belt. As he watched Officer Kenly closed one door and his partner closed the other one, as they stood there guarding it.

I circled my father and said. “Doing what I promised my mother.”

He laughed. “That ugly cow tried to rape me last night. Besides the way I understand it she not your mother any longer.”

Officer Kenly growled and was about to correct him. But I held him off and said. “According to the adoption papers, she signed your rights away not hers. She still is my mother and Aaron is still my brother and as far Susan and Becky are concerned I am not their brother. You should read the fine print. You are not my father and never were, I have had better fathers then you will ever be. I am here to kick your a*s for hurting my mother.”

He said. “Come and get some.” Swing his sharpened belt buckle telling me to come and get it, motioning me forward with his left hand and swing the belt with his right as it whistled in the air.

I roared like the tiger I am and letting the belt wrap around my arm as I drew him close with a right hook sending him flying against the wall. Tossing the belt to the side at Mr. Kenly’s feet. My father got up feeling his jaw and yelled at him. “Are you not going to stop him?”

Mr. Kenly laughed. “Stopping him from what? I don’t see anything; do you see anything Officer Knox?”

He said. “Nope, not a thing... I think I got something in my eyes.”

My Dad growled back dove for me as I spun doing a roundhouse kick, my right foot smacking him hard in the face as he tasted the bottom of my sneakers. Giving him a bloody nose, he came at me wild and angry. I got into I sit spin and knocked his legs from underneath him and got up and body slammed him with my right elbow in his chest and stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. I could see Greg and Cindy’s mouth wide open catching flies as the looked at me and my father. I turned to leave Greg yelled. “He’s got a knife.”

I went into a back-flip into a somersault into an aerial spin and drove my father back into the wall watching him sliding down it, as the knife fell to the floor. I picked it up and threw it as it went into the opposite wall. This time he didn’t get up, I said. “Touch her again, I will start breaking bones.”

Officer Kenly pulled the knife out of the wall and picked up my father's belt off the floor and said. “You won’t be needing these, good days Mr. Shepherd,” and popped him in the mouth and giving him another black eye before following me and my friends out the door.

My father yelled. “Cowards,” we ignored him and a left the church house and went back to the Bishop house.

My two new best friends just looked at me as if they never seen me before then said at the same time. “That was so awesome.” It didn’t feel awesome; it made me sad knowing my father would always be watching for an opportunity to kill me. I didn’t say anything as I pulled back into the driveway.

When I went into the house, Mom got up and hugged me so tight telling me she loved me, I told her, “I love you too, but I can’t breathe.” She only squeezed me tighter when she finally let me go. She covered my face and head with lipstick. While my two best friends recapped how I took care of business. Having their Mom look at me strangely and got up take her turn to assault me with the same breathtaking hug and kisses. Mom noticed the long scratch on my arm and cringed; I saw it too and said. “A cat scratched me if my Mom and Dad ask.” Knowing a single mark on my body would send up a red flag.

Cindy kissed it and said. “She will tend to it. Now give your mother your list and a kiss goodbye. I am getting very horny and want to lick you like ice cream cone and rip your clothes off. Even more, watching you fight that pig that hurt your mother.” I obeyed and gave my mother some money to buy what I needed.

She tried to refuse it, but I said. “Mom you don’t have a money tree, it’s my money and you are going to take it. I want everything on that list and freezer packed with lots of steak and all mine and Aaron's favorite foods. I am even going to make you appointment to spend a few hours at a spa so you can make yourself pretty for me, not that pig, but for me and Aaron.” I gave her a hundred dollar bill and a card that my Rothwell Mom goes to in Provo and my sisters when they want a few hours for themselves.

To prove it I picked up the phone and said. “This Eric Rothwell, I need to make an appointment for my Mother Linda Shepherd, I want the full treatment, hair nails the works.” I opened my wallet and gave her my credit card number that I only use in an emergency, that Mom and Dad set up for me. I set the time for 1 pm, giving her plenty of time. I told Mom I want Aaron and I to go out to eat too our favorite restaurant where they have the best steak and cheese sandwiches. My sisters weren’t home and wouldn’t be until Saturday which was three days away. The pig could open a can far as I was concerned.

I hugged my Mom and kissed her placing the keys into her hand and added another fifty for her to spend it any way she liked on herself. She looked at the money in her hand asked me if I was sure. I kissed her and said. “If I wasn’t, I would never give you the money in the first place.” She knew I knew her spending habits and knew I knew she didn’t have a money tree. But neither did I, I earned every cent and saved it.

I knew my account was getting low, but I also knew I could work after school doing odd jobs to replace it. It would be months before I made back the money I spent over the last two weeks. I gave her every cent I had on me. Except for a fifty dollar bill at the bottom of my backpack in case I needed a quick getaway. Cindy was getting restless as she said. “Say goodbye to your mother,” I waved and she waved back watching Cindy pull me down the hall with my backpack in her hand. Cindy pushed me against the wall and said. “Now were we?”